A beautiful girl who transmigrates into a Herrscher of the Void is treated like an elf and conquered

She left that hand frozen in place, maintaining that ambiguous yet extremely uncomfortable distance.

Chika looked at her right hand, which she had just "intended to do something wrong," her expression twisted.

(Damn... this aquarium looks so peaceful, but it's incredibly alluring! This subtle seduction is even more unbearable than direct contact!)

Simulated Scenario 3: Cinema - Romance Movie

The scene changes again.

In the dimly lit theater, a touching scene of life and death is playing on the screen.

She and Shido sat side by side, sharing a bucket of popcorn.

(The opportunity has arrived!)

According to the plan, at the crucial moment when the female lead is in tears, she should show empathy in a timely manner, such as... quietly wiping the corner of her eye.

So she raised her hand and gently wiped the corner of her eye with her fingertips, a movement that was both elegant and slightly fragile.

(Action complete! Effect…)

Subconsciously, she simulated her current "state"—a stunningly beautiful blue-haired girl, her eyes slightly reddened and her eyelashes moist, in the dim light, because of a touching love story, looking utterly pitiful…

(…Pity you my foot! Did I cry because of this pretentious plot?! No! I didn't cry at all! It was all an act! An act!)

A strong sense of self-loathing welled up within her. She realized that she was actually playing the role of a "soft girl who is moved by a love story" so intensely.

This made her feel as if her very soul, as a man, was trembling.

Chika slumped on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling completely drained.

She originally thought she was a "fishing master" who could sit back and relax.

She was prepared to use her superb acting skills to manipulate Shido completely.

However, after round after round of simulations, she was horrified to discover that it seemed that she was the first one to give in!

Every carefully designed flirtatious move, every soft word spoken in a high-pitched voice, is like an arrow that can be shot back.

It precisely struck at her remaining sense of dignity and self-awareness as a man, causing immense psychological damage.

(I was the one scheming against him... why do I feel like I'm the one who's most guilty?!)

She was horrified to discover that in this fishing game she thought she was in control of, she was the one who was disgusted first.

Every flirtatious gesture was like a boomerang, precisely striking her last vestige of male dignity.

She gripped her hair tightly and let out a mournful cry:

"This job is absolutely inhuman!!!"

However, the thought of Ahana's wicked punishment forced her to grit her teeth, sit up straight again, and let her eyes gleam with a mixture of humiliation and determination.

(No way! I'll do it so I can stand up to pee! For my Gundam model!)

She activated her rational authority once again, beginning a new round of "real-world drills" that were extremely agonizing for her.

This time, however, her expression was more like she was heading to her execution, rather than to a romantic encounter.

Chapter 68 Gathering Under the Night

After leaving the apartment, Origami Tobiichi walked home expressionlessly, but her mind was racing as she calmly analyzed the information she had just acquired.

(Shido Itsuka. Chinatsu Hououin. They are behaving intimately. They agree to meet tomorrow.)

(Based on the above variables, the conclusion is that the probability of the two of them going on a date tomorrow is higher than 87%.)

This conclusion caused a barely perceptible flicker of displeasure to cross Origami's pale blue eyes.

As someone who has a clear affection for Shido (even to the point of obsession), she believes it is necessary and imperative for her to intervene.

(A plan for interference or intervention needs to be developed. Minimum objective: peer surveillance. Maximum objective: to make Shido realize that I am more suitable than her.)

She began to mentally list the strategies and equipment she might use the next day, aiming to demonstrate an advantage over Phoenix Inu Chika in the event of a "chance encounter" or "reasonable intervention".

However, just as she stepped into her home and prepared to further refine her plan, her AST-specific communicator emitted a rapid beeping sound, signaling an emergency assembly.

Origami frowned slightly. She had originally planned to decline on the grounds of "personal matters," but when she saw the sender's access level...

—When she heard it was from Captain Ryoko Kusakabe, and marked as "highest priority, mandatory conscription," she immediately changed her mind.

(At this time, the highest priority... is a spirit appearing?)

Without the slightest hesitation, she quickly changed into clothes that allowed for easy movement, picked up her backpack, and, like the most precise machine, rushed towards the AST Tiangong City branch base at top speed.

When she stepped into the brightly lit main operations room of the base, she found the atmosphere to be more somber than ever before.

Not only were almost all members of the AST team in Tiangong City present, but also the elites from the Second Executive Department of DEM Corporation, who are rarely seen on weekdays, were also there.

The two leading figures drew her attention—Mana Takamiya and Alan Mathers, who was known as the "world's strongest magician."

Captain Ryoko Kusakabe stood at the front, her face serious. She surveyed the room, her voice carrying through the microphone into the silent conference room:

"Attention all personnel! We have received definitive intelligence and joint operation orders from DEM! Tomorrow, we will simultaneously launch two operations against the Spirits!"

A suppressed commotion arose from the audience. To launch two campaigns simultaneously? This was extremely rare.

“Operation One,” Captain Liaozi continued.

"Target: Nightmare. The first and third squads will be dispatched to assist in the operation, led by Commissioner Mana Takamiya."

“Operation Two,” her voice was even heavier.

"Target: The Herrscher of Reason. Under the personal command of Lord Allen Mathers, our main force, including Sergeant Origami Tobiichi and the second, fourth, and fifth squads, will cooperate with the DEM Special Operations Team to carry out the subjugation mission!"

(The Herrscher of Reason? The spirit that caused the large-scale structural phenomenon?) Origami's heart skipped a beat, but she remained expressionless.

At that moment, Alan Mathers walked onto the stage with elegant yet imposing steps.

Her sharp gaze swept over every AST member present, and without any unnecessary pleasantries, she went straight to the point.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have obtained new crucial information regarding the target 'Herrscher of Reason'." She gestured to her assistant behind her to operate the projector.

A figure immediately appeared on the screen—it was the elf image they had previously recorded, suspected to be the "Herrscher of Reason," and known as "Walter."

“We’ve always suspected that ‘Walter’ isn’t its true form,” Allen said, his voice cold and clear.

"Through DEM's highest-level spiritual wave tracing and reality reconstruction analysis, we can now confirm that 'Walter's' appearance is a disguise constructed using his abilities!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the images on the projection screen began to decompose and recombine like a data stream!

After the image of "Walter" peeled away like shattered glass, what gradually emerged was an image that made Origami's pupils suddenly contract—

Ice-blue long hair, exquisite and flawless face, aloof temperament... it's none other than Phoenix Inu Chinatsu!

"Wow——!"

The audience erupted in an uproar! Most of the AST members had seen this transfer student who had just transferred to Raizen High School before; who would have thought she was an elf?!

"Silence!" Allen shouted sharply, suppressing the commotion.

She pointed to the two spiritual energy ripple patterns displayed side by side on the projection.

"This is the spiritual energy ripple when 'Walter' was first observed, and the result is a comparison with the extremely weak but definitely present silent spiritual energy ripples that have been continuously detected on the target 'Hououin Chika'."

"...We are not speculating out of thin air. Ever since the target 'Walter' first appeared, its unique structural abilities have been designated as a top-priority target by our organization. And yesterday, during that ridiculous cooking competition at Raizen High School, Phoenix Inu no Chika used her abilities in full view of everyone."

"Although she thought she had concealed it well, the very nature of her power to manipulate matter still revealed a decisive ripple of spiritual energy. It was this ripple that finally matched the core frequency of the 'Herrscher of Reason' recorded by our organization, allowing us to confirm her identity tonight. The time has come; there is no time to delay."

She specifically highlighted one of the parameters: "Core frequency modulation mode similarity: 7.3%".

This number has once again sparked discussion.

“7.3%? That similarity... isn’t that high?” one of the bolder AST team members questioned.

"Lord Allen, is it too hasty to launch an attack on a student who appears to be an 'ordinary person' based solely on this, and the speculation that she might be an elf? What if we are wrong, and the consequences..."

Allen seemed to have anticipated this question; she gave the team member a cold glance, her tone leaving no room for argument:

Your concerns are meaningless.

"First, even if she isn't the Herrscher of Reason, a spirit that can manifest so perfectly and silently, even disguising herself as a student to integrate into society, poses a far greater potential threat than an ordinary spirit! She must be eliminated before she causes any greater harm!"

"Secondly, DEM's wave analysis technology is at least thirty years ahead of the world. This 7.3% similarity, occurring between two completely different appearances, has a statistical significance far beyond your imagination! This is enough to prove that they share a common origin!"

"Third, ...7.3%? Hmph, to put it in a way you can understand, it's like pinpointing the only suspect in a vast sea of ​​people through a fragmented fingerprint. DEM's Spirit Wave Tracing Technology analyzes the most essential 'signature' of the power, not the superficial fluctuations."

“The appearance of Lingbo varies greatly in different forms, but the core ‘signature’—which is the parameter we are comparing—remains constant. We can find a 7.3% core signature match between two completely different forms.”

"This is no longer a matter of probability, but conclusive proof of identity. Our database and algorithms are the absolute authorities in this field. Your doubts stem from ignorance."

She paused, her voice carrying a cruel resolve:

"Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free. That's our attitude towards elves. As for the issue of showing their faces in front of ordinary people..."

A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. "As long as the cleanup is done quickly enough, 'ordinary people' won't have time to react. Even if there is a leak, DEM has the capability to handle the aftermath."

This cold and assertive statement made many AST members feel uncomfortable.

But under Allen's powerful aura and DEM's absolute authority, no one dared to utter a word of rebuttal.

"Now, everyone head to the lounge and rest up. We'll depart tomorrow according to our assigned tasks!" Allen gave the final order.

Chapter 69 Preparations for the Hunt

With mixed feelings, the AST team members left the meeting room one after another and headed to the lounge.

Meanwhile, the members of DEM, led by Alan Mathers, headed towards the highly classified weapons depot deep within the base.

In contrast to the somber atmosphere in the conference room, the armory was brightly lit and filled with the distinctive humming sound of technical debugging.

Several DEM technicians are conducting final calibrations on several newly arrived, oddly shaped pieces of equipment.

These devices are not in the form of traditional firearms; they are more like a hybrid of a sophisticated scientific instrument and a heavy artillery carriage, with large energy conduits and complex cooling structures, and are fixed to a tripod or a small mobile platform.

Allen's sharp gaze swept over the devices, finally settling on one of the largest, whose core component resembled a multifaceted crystal.

She stepped forward, her cold fingers tracing the muzzle of the cannon, which shimmered with an unstable, eerie blue light, and said to the respectfully standing technical supervisor beside her:

"This is the 'little gift' you prepared for the 'Herrscher of Reason'? The Genesis Reversal System?"

"Yes, Lord Allen." The technical director bowed slightly, his tone carrying a hint of pride and awe, typical of a developer.

"This is a targeted strategic weapon system developed based on an in-depth analysis of the target's capabilities. Its code name is GENESIS Reverter."

"The principle," Allen said succinctly.

"The essence of the power of the target 'Herrscher of Reason' is to instantly transform the 'blueprint' he understands into reality through spiritual power; it is the ultimate power of 'creation'."

The technical lead began to explain in detail, his tone becoming as if he were stating a scientific theorem: "And what we're doing is reversing this process."

He pointed to the polyhedral crystal: "The core of the system is the 'inverse calculation matrix.' It doesn't directly attack the target itself, but rather requires scanning, recording, and locking onto the unique spiritual energy waveform that the target uses to 'construct' over a long period of time, which is its 'creation mark.'"

"Once the lock is completed, the matrix will perform an extremely high-load reverse time-series calculation to deduce the 'degeneration path' of the target construct from the 'existence' state back to the original spiritual power."

“Finally,” the technical director pointed to the dark blue muzzle, “the system encodes this ‘degradation path’ into a special information-energy composite pulse—which we call the ‘reversion command’—and fires it.”

"What happens when the 'Return to Origin Command' hits an object constructed from the power of reason?" Allen pressed, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“It won’t explode or burn.” The technical director’s voice carried an almost cruel calm.

"It deceives the underlying logic of the target's existence, forcing it to execute a 'degenerate path.' The target will go back along its own creation timeline, rapidly losing its shape and deconstructing from a complex structure, eventually returning to a mass of the most primitive, attribute-less spiritual particles, and completely dissipating."

"Simply put, we're not going to demolish the building she built, but rather let the building turn back into materials."

He adjusted his glasses and added the most crucial limitation: "Of course, Lord Allen, this system has its inherent weaknesses. Reverse calculation requires enormous computing resources and time, and target scanning and locking must be continuous and stable, making it unsuitable for rapid use in skirmishes."

"After each launch, the system requires an extremely long cooling and recharging time. It is a trap that needs to be carefully set up and activated for a specific target."

Allen listened quietly, his face expressionless, but the cold, predatory light in his hawk-like eyes grew even more intense. "What would happen if it hit the target directly?"

The technical director paused for a moment, then began to think.

"Conservatively speaking, it will severely damage her spirit armor, and the strongest shield of the elves will be directly broken. In the best-case scenario, if it can directly hit the core part without any protection, it may temporarily shut down her ability."

"It prevents her from using her own constructive abilities. If the opponent is an elf who constructs her body using spiritual power rather than a type with a physical body, it could even kill her outright."

She gently patted the cold cannon barrel, as if stroking a beast about to be released from its cage.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable determination.

"Get it ready. Make sure the scanning unit is running around the clock; I need the most complete 'Creative Imprint' data tomorrow."

She turned around and looked out at the deep night, as if she had already pierced through the darkness and locked onto the blue-haired figure.